Carol and I went to Santa Barbara to sell some stuff
at the Raw Spirit Festival and to deliiver some of
Carol's customized garden orgonite to David Wolfe
for his beloved plot on Maui. The projected crowd
of five thousand spenders, which the organizers of
hte festival were expecting simply didn't show up.
Instead, about a thousand hippies descended on the
campground with drums, bare feet, outrageous libidos
and expanded heads, but no cash

They also didn't bring much pot, which probably
disappointed the omnipresent, pugnacious cops (oink,
oink!).

We had fun, though, and so did Andy of ctbusters.com,
who joined us, there, the day after he raced his
motorcycle on a track for the first time. Big event
for him, which I related to solo flying my airplane
for the first time.

We hastened to Mt Shasta after that. Carol had
started reading THE EXPECTED ONE, an (alleged
) novel about Mary Magdalene's personal written
records, on the trip, so I did all the driving so
she could read. We walked around the downtown of Mt
Shasta (the human town, not the Lemurian hyperspace
city) and did some shopping. I bought a book so I
could also do some reading--a really good one by
Colin Wilson about the evident Neanderthal
civilization. Neanderthals are some of my
ancestors, via Bohemia.

We expected to walk to that old-growth fir grove
near Panther Meadow for old time's sake because
that's where we had our first multi-sensory Lemurian
experience, all night long, at the June solstice in
2001. Carol's seen and talked with them an awful
lot, since then, as have Dooney and Stevo, more
recently and also Francie, lately. I've only seen
their craft a few times, since then including a huge
silver one a few years ago when I gifted the top of
tall St Joe Baldy (no kidding) Mt. in the Bitteroots.

This is the sort of subjective reporting that Dr
DeMento ridicules me about. I don't think anyone
has reminded him that Dr Reich invented the
cloudbuster in order to fight back when alien craft
nearly killed everyone at Orgonon with beamed DOR in
1947
. I wouldn't call DeMeo 'DeMento' if he hadn't
intentionally tried to harm Georg, Carlos, Tino and
Prophet after they were jailed in Mozambique. He
tried to make a specific public case, then, that
orgonite is harmful. What a pompous schmuck. I want
to be a fly on the wall when he meets Dr Reich after
he dies and has to account for what he's done in
Reich's name. I wonder if some gifters will
peripherally grace his learned exposition on 'orgonomy'
in Ashland, Oregon this summer
but I pity the person who will mention 'Croft' or
'orgonite' in his droning, soporific lectures.

Until he tried to harm our buddies he was simply a
good advertiser when he attacked our work. Now,
he's put himself in the same category as Horrible
Herbie as a doer of harm. I'll let up when he stops
trying to hurt our associates physically, with his
lies.

Horrible Herbie backed away from trying to implicate
Je Torres in the CIA's bombing of death towers in
Spain after we exposed him, so I hope the same
effort will stop DeMento in this case.

I met that lettered stuffed shirt in Ashland in
1998. He evidently built an orgonite cloudbuster on
the sly in 2002, according to what we saw on weather
radar shortly after that on TV in a motel: a
perfect circle of rain, about fifty miles in
diameter, centered on Green Springs, Oregon, which
is where he lives. Michelle Ridgley in Baltimore
later told me that she had sold him a cloudbuster
kit a few weeks before that event. Carol said he
quickly dismantled it after it started
raining. There was a severe drought in his region
at the time. That was before anyone did much gifting
around there. He started publicly attacking
'Croft-style cloudbusters' after that, even took a
trip to Europe to dissuade Germans from making
them. Right after that, a LOT of Germans, Austrians
and Swiss made orgonite cloudbusters, which is why I
called him a 'good advertiser' for us and generally
refrained from referring to him as 'Doktor DeMento'
in those days.

He's just a short distance north of Mt Shasta, by
the way. I don't hate the jerk; I just want him to
stop trying to get Georg and crew sentenced to
imprisonment in Moz for their altruistic gifting
efforts. Exposure is good medicine for parasites
and I suspect Dr Reich is thanking me from the next
realm. He detested sycophants and fakers (parasites
like DeMento). I'll ask Carol
. That guy has been craving my condemnation for
almost nine years, so let's see how he likes this.

We expected to go to that grove to sit and look
around but the road was gated a few thousand feet in
elevation below Panther Meadow, probably on account
of snow, so we sat there in the car, tossed food to
the ground squirrels and read our books for an hour
or so.

On the way back down, Carol told me that when we
had started driving up the mountain, the Lemurians
showed up and were quite happy to see us. She said
they revere and honor us for what we've done and
when we parked, several of them arranged themselves
in a semi-circle around the front of the car and
sent us heart energy, also talked to us. I didnt'
have a clue when it was happening but she assured me
that I was also communicating with them on a higher,
unconscious level. Folks like Carol do that
consciously but less aware people like me do it on
an unconscious or superconscious level, rather. I
like the way Max Freedom Long describes all of this
in the context of Huna traditions.

She told me, the next day, that she had offered to
leave some of her special Holy Handgrenades for the
Lemurians but they advised against it because the I
AMers were likely to hunt for them and remove
them. In light of what she shared with me from the
book she was reading, I asked her if there were
women among the Lemurians who visited us on Mt
Shasta and she said there were.

I was tickled, earlier in the day of our visit, to
see that photos and books of 'Count Saint Germain'
were almost entirely gone from the racks and shelves
of the stores in town that had previously featured
that silly horse$#!+, before we finished gifting
'Count Saint Germain's' and the I AMers' murder
ritual site in nearby Pluto's Cave, five years
ago. We did the initial gifting a year before that
but it wasn't quite enough, so a few braindead
channelers were still spewing that creepy alien's
hypnotic 'messages.' Ryan went with us for the next
sortie and he got some pretty neat, if unpleasant
confirmations about the necessity to finish the job,
deeper into the cave. We started
ethericwarriors.com a week or so later at DB's place
in LA, the day after our Devil's Punchbowl gifting
extravaganza/reptilian-freakshow and collectiive
initiation.

The saccharine, Theosophical I AMers'
headquarters/bookstore in town had burned to the
ground during Dog Days, shortly before we had
arrived with Ryan in August, 2004, and they didn't
rebuild, as far as we could tell. Very nice
confirmation but the I AMers are still around, of
course. We had to carry loaded pistols on our
gifting excursions to the satanic ritual sites
around Shasta in May, 2003, when the I AMers were
still feeling their oats and were more omnipresent
and dangerous. 'I AM' chagrined by now?

Have you noticed that when hipppies stop smoking pot
and swallowing LSD they gradually wean themselves
from mind-numbing Theosopy, too? A lot of the raw
food hippies we meet seem pretty sharp in that
regard. The raw foodists who are not hippies are a
little more grounded. I think the milieu they
usually emerge from is the Algore corporate
environmentalist paradigm and the diet tends to wean
them from that sort of lockstep hypnotism, too. I
don't think one has to eat raw food in order to
become more aware. Some of the best psychics die
from heart attacks by age forty, after all (wall
street floor traders who live on meat and booze) but
Carol and I are both convinced that it's prudent to
avoid processed (corporate) food on account of the
bioweaponry that evidently permeates it. I suspect
that the 'organic' labels in the sleazier corporate
stores like MalWart are even spurious.

Spurious: not genuine; false

Hari in Germany, who personally knows Gerd Huber,
told me that he specifically got more proficient in
English so that he can read the postings on
ethericwarriors.com. He taught me a word I didn't
know. He said that he's 'autodidactic' and I had
to look that up. It's a good word--you ought to
look it up if you don't know it. He noted that
he's like me, that way, and I said that Lao Tse's
admonition is always right in front of me, 'There's
something ponderous and one-sided about the learning
of the self-taught.'

Carol and I intend to get into shape well enough to
again ascend to Castle Crags, across the valley from
Mt Shasta. We want to do that very steep hike
wthout feeling like we'd been beaten with clubs,
after. When we went there, before, we hadn't yet
been poisoned by the feds. Now that we've gotten so
much healing, afer the poisonings, we feel confident
that we can do it even better, next time. The bad
guys are losing in all ways by now, I think.

At the same time that we gifted Pluto's Cave, six
years ago, we had been given a list of secret
corporate/occult/luciferic ritual sites in the
region by DB, with good, detailed instructions for
reaching them. We thoroughly giftged all but one
of the sites, which was inaccessible at the time due
to snow. Those proliferous bodysnatchers didn't see
us do any of that
. He'd told us that if a path appears at the
waterfall at the end of the state park trail up to
Castle Crags, it means that the Lemurians have
invited us to visit their hyperdimensional city on
the other side of the cliff. When we got to the
falls, the path did appear but a couple of feds were
sitting there, watching us, so we decided not to
take the path and vowed to come back. The I AMers,
just like the more overt satanists, are CIA/NSA
assets, of course. The feds showed up at that spot
because they wanted to more directly try to find the
orgonite--I guess they don't trust some of that to
their Monarch-programmed drones, not even to their
very adamant Theosophy or bornagain-chump-jihadist
cultists.

After the meet and greet on the mountain, last
Tuesday, Carol feels confident that the Lemurians'
invitation at Castle Crags, six years ago, included
a rain check

We had hoped to meet Eric Carlson there but he was
on the road, still. He arrived there yesterday. I
hope we can include him in our Castle Crags hike if
he's still in the area when we're ready.